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THE MAD HUNTER. 87 he had no cannon. . Having come to this conclusion, a body of rangers commenced a road toward Fort: Edward, the better to deceive the enemy, and the rest of the army prepared to march in the morning. The council broke up, and all the of- ficers left the marquée. Scarcely had they done so, when the tent-cloth was lifted, and a man in the garb of a hunter, with a huge yellow beard covering the lower half of his face, enter- ed, and possessed himself of some papers, scattered upon the table. This done, he departed as silently as he came. He appeared to be a privileged character, for he joined a body of soldiers at one of the camp-fires, leuphite.) in a ‘igs Way at every thing which was said. — “By Jove!” said Ernest, who happened to be in the group, “ it is the same mad fellow who came to Crown Point, I say, old fellow ?” | * What say, boy ?” “Boy, indeed! What do you mean by calling me a boy ?” Both spoke in the mongrel dialect of the Canadians, the only one the mad hunter seemed to understand. ‘ Thought you was a boy,” said the demented man, with a ghastly grin. “ Ain’t you?” “ Peste! Yam a captain of the guard.” m7: “Oh. Glad youtold me. Used to haye such a boy to hold may horse when I was a marquis.” “Oh, you were a marquis, then ?” “T have been an emperor,” said he, assuming a dignified air. “Ah. Your pardon, sire. Bow the knee, mon camarades, _to your lord and master.” All present did obeisanca, as if he had been i in truth what he claimed. | “Very well. You please me. You are dutiful subjects. You, sir, shall be a baron, when—you know enough, which will not be soon.” Cy Ernest flushed to the roots of his hair. “ A murrain on the old beast. He is more knave than fool: ” “Right, right, Ernest. See how vel he has learned your character.” <s “What do you mean by that, sir ” Seapannad the young as Captain, striding up to the speaker. sa) Pe whatever, my dear Ernest. You a such’ a.. 92 2 Cl icbooks-com ST Has: